I’ve got this in my head
Like a brief and violent spark
The smell of the liquor
Reminds me of my heart
The smoke and the fumes
Somehow remind me of you
And I keep on feeling crazy
These connections make no sense
I keep on feeling hopeless
Cuz this distance makes this hazy.

Our love
In tattered Sheepskin clothing
The nook above the bedroom door
Lays empty without you
My heart lays beating
Under the wooden floor
I feel so lost without you
But with you I feel at home.